When I found out I was pregnant i was so excited. I have always wanted to have children and after a year of being together we decided to start trying. Three months later we got the best news ever and although the situation at the time wasn’t great at the time, we were pleased.
My partner had lost his contract job due to government cut backs, I had to quit mine and we had to move out of our loving house back to our family. So we were homeless and pregnant, not a great way to start. But after a while everything started falling into place.
I was enjoying watching my ever growing bump and the first scan was great and then the 20 week scan we was so thrilled to find out we were having a little boy. Pregnancy had been perfect. Even though I did suffer with terrible all day sickness and went down a dress size.
At my 20 week scan I was told I was carrying extra fluid so would need to come back for a scan once a fortnight, but not to worry about it too much. I just got on with it, taking it easy but loving watching my bump wriggle when i got in the bath and move like mad when I would drink something cold.
At 31 weeks I had a sudden gush of fluid. My waters had broken
So off to the hospital we went. I was so scared but was reassured once they had scanned me that I had a ruptured membrane but little man wasn’t ready to make an appearance yet.
But this did mean being at the hospital twice a week to be monitored, scanned and to see the consultant. After 3 weeks of this they decided it would be best to induce me as the risk of infection was too high, they said they would do it as soon as I hit ‘term’ at 37 weeks.
I wasn’t sure what to think with it being my first. I was really hoping to have my first baby naturally, but his safety was the most important thing.
I made sure we had everything and it was nice in a way to know when baby was going to be coming. For some reason I thought I would have him that day but I was so wrong.
I went in on Monday 21st March 2011 at 8am and was started off. I was getting contractions but not dilating. For 2 days I had the pessaries and the contractions but still not dilating.
On the Wednesday they decided to take me down to the delivery suite and put me on the drip. Finally. We are making progress.
After hours of being on the drip I was still only 3 cm. By this point I was hungry and thirsty, tired and in pain whilst only using gas and air. They broke my waters but decided an hour later that an Emergency C-Section was my best option as me and little man were both worn out.
All was going well apart from me feeling ill from the epidural, but as soon as they cut him out I was relieved to hear him cry. Well that was until I saw everyone’s facing drop and then were rushing him away.
They did make me aware that because of the risk of infection and him being early he would have to be checked out, but I knew something wasn’t right and I could hear ‘grunting’ noises. I was longing for them to place him on me so I could have a cuddle and finally see what he looked like.
All of a sudden my partner was called into the next room then a few minutes later they came out with Sidney.
He was so beautiful but as they showed him to me and said “this is your son” I held my arms out to hold him, but they told me that I couldn’t as he had to instantly be rushed to NICU.
I was so scared.
My partner told me that if it wasn’t for him making a fuss they wouldn’t have brought him in to see, but he insisted that I needed to see him and he needed to see me.
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